Hideaway Strath A freak, a wh*re

of course, she was right. but what would she think when it was her turn to try and outrun him?
would her mind be racing, calling herself a liability when the Grandmaster and Overseer were baying at her heels. Sasha doubted that very much.
but whatever. she should keep her trap shut. she'd fucked up enough already.

she watched Nyra go off with false calmness. her face controlled into a neutral, deadpan stare. was she about to be eaten again? probably. but this was what she wanted. she will deny it now, but give it a few days and the doubts will creep in. Nyra would be the hardest to work on, but she could break her.
and have her marked.
leaving Kynareth free for Sasha's own delight.

"i think I'll be the first to die, Nyra. then you'll see."
she blinked, her voice soft. she accepted what would happen. already had it planned. she would hurt him, make him feel bad, take a potent poison, and die in his lovingly hateful arms. and as he would kill her, he too would be succumbed to the poison tainting her lips.
a fanciful dream. one that was perfectly plausible in her mind.

but those words. oh, those stung.
Kynareth was far above her level. that's why she loved him so much. he wasn't worthless like her. he was pure, strong, handsome. brutal.
"he is the greatest wolf you will ever meet." 
her mismatched eyes watched Nyra's. her's were a gold unlike Kynareth's. it might be the coat colour, but hers seemed void. cold. like some lump of gold that was cold to the touch.

she took a step backwards, testing her reaction. could she run?